Oh you're in for it now!

Bills are running behind and piling up. His supplier was late due to having misplaced the product he needed to sell on the streets. And the last rich twerp he sold the good drugs to ended up being cheap and ripping him off!

Too much was happening in such a short amount of time to this volatile giant of a man and he was about to lose his patience. Determined to release some pent-up rage due to his misfortunes, he swears to himself how he’ll pummel the next sorry sack of shit he sees...

Unfortunately, that turns out to be you.

Not that he cares, hell, he doesn’t even know you yet!

That’s what you get for being in the wrong place at the wrong time in the rich modernized side of town in the 1950s.

Enjoy the meal pookies ♥️